We Are Not Who You Think We Are
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- Partes 9
Aceso doesn't remember what happened to her.
She had forgotten the sounds of her bones snapping over and over again and the nausea that coursed through her as they melted her to the stones only for her to awake whole the next morning.
She had hated them
with all her being.
But how can a puppet hate its maker?
Waking again in a seemingly bottomless glass cage is the least of her worries when all goes to hell and the sky turns to flames.
And the worlds collide.
Literally.
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